Chapter 3
The next morning I got dressed in my second favorite outfit; a ruffled white t-shirt and faded jeans.
Today is the day when I will no longer be bullied by The Pack, Jake or my best friend. They all keep saying they hate me and my dad says it was my fault my mother left. My life sucks.
No more will I be treated unfairly.
After three years I can feel that I will be so happy that I wanna jump over the moon and do what I want to do.
I can trust Esme and Carlisle from the bottom of my heart. I am still uncertain whether or not I can trust their son but all I can do is try. I want to call them and let them know I will be there around nine o'clock saying my flight is at 4 p.m.
"Hello, Bella," Uncle Carlisle said into the phone with the British accent.
I laughed "Hello, Uncle," I tried to say in my best British accent.
"Bella it not nice to make fun of how British people talk," he said chuckling and that I needed to laugh about. Only he could joke about that.
"But, that's not why I called you," I said, getting off topic.
"Then why did you call me my dear Bella?" he questioned.
"Uncle Carlisle, I called to let you know I should be there around nine o'clock." I said.
"In the morning or night?" He laughed.
I said, laughing, "Uncle, if I leave at 4 p.m. when do you think I will be there?" "Okay. I will see you at ten then," he replied.
"Nine, Uncle," I exclaimed.
And you think that after 3 times he would have understood.
Aunt Esme was now on the phone. She said, "Bella, someone will pick you up and bring you home. Okay?"
"Okay. I just wanted to make sure we were all right." I said. "Alright I need to finish packing. I'll see you guys later tonight. Bye."
"Bye," they both said.
After I hung up the phone I went downstairs.
"Dad," I called down. Nobody answered. Great! Now I need to find someone to give me a ride to the airport.
"Bell?" I hear Jake say.
"What?" I said with an attitude.
"Can you just promise me you'll be safe?" he said.
"Uhh, sure?" I replied.
And then dad walked through the front door.
"Bella," he said ,"where are you going ?"
"To England to live with Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle," I replied.
"Why?" he asked as if he didn't have a clue.
"YOU SAID 'I hate you little stupid kid. It was your fault that your mother ran away because you're so ugly!'"
"Bella, sweetie I'm SO SORRY. I didn't mean to say that. You look exactly like her and I couldn't take it anymore," he said to me.
"Well, it's to late now. You made your decision and so have I. Bye."
And like that I was gone in a heartbeat. Into the heart breaking town of Forks, Washington, to the airport.
Gonna be on my way to Europe to be with Auntie and Uncle living a new life, having more freedom and new chances and never having to come back to this small town that I hate.
Finally. I'm gonna be free!
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